GAYS GUIDE TO THE GAYLAXY

The only way

Our tale takes place in a small town named Baronsbox. The intrepid  adventure starts  in a tavern, where four courageous pioneers are recruited by the royal guard to help fight the terrifying werewoks . They are trained up as guards to work with one of the strongest forces in the Galaxy, but their plans to stop the Werewoks are cast into flames when they're captured by the Space Galagon. 

Heavily armed, heartless and harmful, the Space Galagon were the strongest gang in the entire Galaxy. Situated on planet Zygon, an empire of stolen money and priceless jewels lays untouched by the police force. A lack of evidence and a fear for people's lives keep the Galagon running free, allowed to hunt whoever and whenever they please.

Our four adventurers are on this ship, bound in chains, held to a wide, steel column, the chill of the metal sinking into their bones

"You just had to punch him in the face, didn't you? You just had to go and piss off the most powerful bitch in the galaxy! If you had just kept a lid on your piss-poor temper, we wouldn't be in this fucking mess!" One of the prisoners spat. Skylar Holmes, co-captain of our little team of four. Once in shared command of a great army, they had a mind full of strategy, and a mouth full of snark and sarcasm. 

"If he didn't want my fist in his face, then maybe he should have kept his mouth shut about Kara." George fired back. Ah yes, Kara. Georges girlfriend, and his one weakness. If anyone dared badmouth her, they'd end up on the floor. Usually with a bloody nose.

George himself, was the second co-captain of Skylar's platoon. He was the brawniest one out of the two, and the one most useful when it came down to interrogations. He was intimidating when it came to physical pain, that was indisputable, but he tended to think with his fists, rather than his brain. Skylar had doubted the mere existence of it on multiple occasions.

"Oh honestly! She's not completely helpless, you know. She can take care of herself. You don't have to fight everyone who trash talks her." 

George growled. "Hey! As her boyfriend it's my job to-" 

Skylar cut him off. "It's your job to make sure your crew don't die in a hostage situation. You can't fight everyone in the galaxy for her, you dumbfuck," 

 Before the heated dispute could get any worse, Kara butts in in an attempt to calm George down. Then  she turns to Skylar. "Look, Sky, you've gotta let it go. What's done can't be undone, so cool, it, yeah?"

 A roll of Skylar's eyes was what she got in response. "Never in the history of calming down has telling someone to calm down, ever calmed them down." 

Kara sighed, for the dramatics more than anything else. "Should have seen that coming,"

 A familiar silhouette staggers through the ship door, seemingly pushed forward.

"Nick," Skylar breathed, voice barely above a whisper. 

Everyone fell silent. In the minimal light offered by the portholes, it was clear that he was bleeding.  It blossomed from his abdomen,  and there were flecks of dried crimson around his mouth. Bruises were littered across his limbs, and his breathing was ragged and uneven. 

The rattling of chains could be heard as the strategist pulled against their restraints. "Let me out of these goddamn shackles! I have to make sure he's okay!" 

The guard merely stands in the corner of the room. Skylar curses under their breath, tugging at the cuffs again. The metal cuts into their skin, causing small droplets of blood to form, but they don't notice. "HEY!" they bark, completely livid. "MEATHEAD, LET ME OUT OF THESE DAMN SHACKLES OR I SWEAR TO EVERY GOD IN THE UNIVERSE THAT I WILL USE THEM AS A GARROTE TO END YOUR PITIFUL EXISTENCE!" 

At Sky's harsh words, the beefy guard lumbered over to them, unlocking the cuffs tediously slowly. As soon as they were free from their restraints, the co-captain lurched over to their injured friend, kneeling beside Nick's battered body. The strategist gagged. 

"Oh my god Jack what they do to you?" They whispered, lifting his shirt up to check the damage of the bleeding gash on Nick's stomach. Liquid crimson was oozing lazily from the wound, the flesh a torn mess. It made Skylar feel sick to their stomach. 

"In...terrogation..." he groaned. He coughed heavily, blood spattering from his lips onto the floor beside his head.  Skylar sat him upright against the wall, all but tearing their jacket off, so as to press it onto the wound. The injured soldier gave a pained cry, gripping onto Sky's shoulder, his nails biting into their skin. 

"I know it hurts, I know. But I've got to stop the bleeding. Can't have you dying on me. Okay?"

Nick nodded weakly.

"What the hell did they do to you?" 

 Nick groaned again, clutching his side in pain. "Strung... me up... beat... me..." he murmured. He had to pause every few words, his breathing becoming laboured. Skylar whimpered, as if feeling Nick's pain. They couldn't do anything except keep pressure on the wound. In the cramped room they were trapped in, there was  only an alcohol store and a clothes repair kit. Chances were they were shoved into a storage closet. 

When Sky was sure Nick was asleep, they crumpled to the floor with a muffled sob, burying their head in their hands. The colleagues of the co-captain that were still conscious couldn't move to comfort them, the shackled keeping confined to one spot. And that's how they were forced to stay, as Nick's ragged breathing hitched during sleep, and Skylar's sniffles sometimes were a little louder than silent.

  Thanks to all my friends who helped with ideas and said they be characters. This is only chapter one it gets better and more exciting in chapter 2 though this one was quite brutal and descriptive.   

edited 09/02/17

THE END OF CHAPTER 1